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(Photo by Laura Goldman) @@@@@ Table of Contents Color KEY: Red = Tales of the 1960s and 1970s/San Francisco Stories Pink = Encounters with Remarkable people Green = Family and Personal Stories Blue = Sonoma County Stories/Pennsylvania Stories Black = Renaissance and Dickens Fair(e)s and Other Theater Purple = Interlocken Center fro Experiential Education Stories Orange = Artwork and Art-Related stories |
1. WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND, OR,
SACK IT TO THEM
2. HANGIN' WITH STRAIGHT ARROW; DAD'S BROMANCE
3. THE HEARTBREAK OF UPSCALE RETAIL
4. A NIGHT WITH ST. LUCY
5. ADVENTURES IN THE KEY OF D; THE MARVELOUS MR. MCKECHNIE
6. NOT YOUR NORMAN ROCKWELL MOMENT
7. GREEN BAY INTERLUDE; HILLS OF THIS STAMP
8. TOO HOT FOR TENNESSEE, OR,
NO PIE FOR MR WILSON
9. GRAMMY'S RIDE
10. DOUBLE-DIP OF MEMORY
11. A CLASSIC(AL) FOLKTALE
12. OH SAY, CAN YOU...
13. A WIZARD CALLS; TERENCE MCKENNA AND THE ELFCLOWNS OF HYPERSPACE
14. HURRICANE ARCHAEOLOGY, OR
HAZEL WAS A BITCH
15. IF YOU BUILD IT THEY WILL COME, OR,
NOT ALL WHO WANDER ARE LOST; LIFE WITH A LABYRINTH
16. NOT A BIG SARDINE; NAMING THE BOYS
17. DEMON IN DISGUISE: THE REMARKABLE LIFE AND TIMES OF DAVID BROMBERG
18. THE SUBJECT WAS DEATH (A HOWARD TALE)
19. INTERLOCKEN SUGAR BLUES/CANDY WARS
20. ROOSTING ON THE RIDGE
1. THROWBACK THURSDAY: Mammy Morgan’s Hill, August, 1945; Wilson Borough Area Joint Junior-Senior High School, 1956-1961
Or,
SACK IT TO 'EM
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Sister Sue gets crowned (on a blind date) wearing a dress of her own creation. Being remarkably sweet and lovely, she was always being crowned queen of something-or-other. |
For more on this phenomenon: https://www.littlethings.com/flour-sack-dresses
2. THROWBACK THURSDAY: Mammy Morgan’s Hill and Wilson Borough, Pennsylvania; Circle M Ranch, Blairstown, New Jersey, mid-1950s

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Beautifully illustrated "Injun-uity" cards |

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Fred Meagher as a young guy working for Disney. |
That summer we all went to horse shows, where Fred often served as judge or announcer, and to horse auctions. Before long, he’d convinced us that we needed another mount for trail rides, and engineered Dad’s purchase of a registered palomino mare named Fancy Prance (long on looks; short on smarts). Along the way Fred also shared all kinds of riding and horse-management tips, interspersed with fantastic stories straight out of the comic-book realm.
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Dad with Tomahawk and Fancy Prance. |
3. THROWBACK THURSDAY: Westport, Connecticut; Summer, 1967
THE HEARTBREAK OF UPSCALE RETAIL
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Photo by Christopher Kirkland. I don't remember what it was
for—probably local advertising. This was a lighting-test shot.
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So here I am in a Vidal Sassoon-style haircut and Rudi Gernreich knits, in one of a series of photo-shoot lighting tests for The Gallery Shop in Westport, Connecticut.
I was working at that tony little boutique while spending a summer with my parents before heading to grad school in California. When I took the job, little did I know I was in for a cross-cultural experience
Since I’d grown up in Pennsylvania Dutch farming country and attended an it-takes-all-kinds university without joining a sorority, this was my first wide exposure to old-monied New England Yankee aristocracy and new-monied Manhattan-based-commuter wealth. (Westport is famously known as a “bedroom community” for New York City.)
The Gallery Shop sold women’s fashions by trendy designers like Gernreich and Pucci and Mary Quant, as well as more sedate brands for the not-so-trendoid set. I soon learned to utilize words such as “stunning,” “chic,” “signature look,” and “ensemble” with a straight face, and to appear polite instead of annoyed or obsequious when treated like a servant (a not infrequent occurrence).
Some of our customers were perfectly charming—aristocratic matrons with expensive facelifts and lovely manners; sweet preppy girls with names like Bitsy and Muffy; silver-haired doyennes with remarkable posture and impeccable taste; guest stars from the Westport Playhouse, friendly to potential ticket buyers; and a few young internationally known models who usually arrived barefoot and wearing tatty cutoffs.

Westport's main shopping district; the Gallery Shop is long gone.
And then there were the horrors, like the entitled teens who left all rejected garments crumpled and trampled on the dressing-room floor and tried to shoplift everything in sight. I remember remonstrating with one of them, who screeched indignantly “Do you KNOW who my father is?” (I was so tempted to reply: “No I don’t, do you?”) One of them was actually allowed to shoplift; her father would pay for anything that went missing after she had been in.
The worst were the battle-axes whose hobby seemed to be finding vulnerable salespersons and attempting to reduce them to tears; from them I learned the subtle art of standing up to bullies while neither cringing nor offending.
All in all, it was as if I had spent the summer in a different civilization.
In August, I gladly turned over the job to the owner’s niece, and shortly thereafter found myself living (pretty much by accident) in the middle of San Francisco’s Haight-Ashbury in the waning days of the fabled Summer of Love.
It’s a wonder I didn’t get the bends.
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Dougo with his two sisters |
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...and with friend Ina |
The event took place for a number of years, becoming more elaborate and cumbersome to put together, until it finally crumbled under the weight of its own creativity.
5. THROWBACK THURSDAY: San Francisco Bay Area, 1975-Present
ADVENTURES IN THE KEY OF D; THE MARVELOUS MR. McKECHNIE
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Doug McKechnie (R) with Ray Jason in the 1970s |
This was in the days before digital or the Internet, and cassette tapes, newly introduced, were not known for their fidelity. So I trotted over to Doug’s, where he cued up an eight-track reel-to-reel tape, and challenged me, with a twinkle in his eye, to guess what instrument was being played here.
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Atop the Golden Gate Bridge in 2015, with fellow bridge-player Paul diBenedictus. |
“You might say that,” replied Doug, “It’s the Golden Gate Bridge.”
http://youtu.be/xolVnj0DDaQ (Trailer for A DAY IN THE LIFE OF THE GOLDEN GATE BRIDGE)
I should explain that Doug has been obsessed with synthesizers and acoustical possibilities from the word Moog, (and manages to be a brilliant keyboard artist with only 9+ 2/3 fingers). He and a select band of fellow enthusiasts had actually crept out onto the iconic bridge at night, wired it for sound, and played it with mallets, ending up in the hands of the highway patrol (as you’ll see in the trailer), but, after some fast talking, emerging with tapes intact. (Recently they did it again —legally—for a 50th-anniversary edition.)
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1970s Moogmeister
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It takes five Facebook sites to cover his current activities, which include “The Common Public Good,” a forum for discussion regarding the creation of laws governing the same, and the San Francisco Synthesizer Ensemble, which he created in 1985. It also includes “Craig and McGregor & Friends,” with whom he now regularly performs original and jazz standards of the 20th century.
His musical talents expanded into composition early on; in 1977, he scored the Oscar- nominated short-subject documentary Spaceborne, and in 1987 joined fellow bridge-prankster John Lewis to create the soundtrack of Women For America, For the World, that year’s Oscar winner in the same category.
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Twinkling the ivories |
I mentioned this to Doug, who said: “Oh, I can do that.”
O-kay. I dressed him in a green velveteen jacket, and we showed up at the party. Doug was led off to an unoccupied room where he could do his stuff. I watched as one or two people went in to sit down with him, and emerged with their faces somehow—aglow.
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The seductive songster |
After we left, with effusive praise and thanks ringing in our ears, I asked him: “So do you really know how to read palms?
He just twinkled at me.
Doug gives great twinkle, which is practically the job description for one of his favorite seasonal gigs As fall approaches, he begins growing out his silvery-white jazzcat beard into a full Santa fluff.
Post-Thanksgiving, he dons luxurious red-velvet-and-fur togs and emerges in true Saint-Nick splendor at the Mark Hopkins Hotel, the Claremont Hotel, and other elite Bay Area venues, where, since the mid-2000s, he’s been captivating adults and children alike with that old palm-reader’s touch of enchantment and charm and bamboozle.

With Doug, you see, it’s all about the connection—musical, artistic, human. He simply enjoys putting things together in unexpected combinations and seeing what kind of magic ensues.
Some years ago, when I was trying to create a business card for Doug, I was myself somewhat bamboozled as to how to describe what he does in such a small space. Then inspiration struck. The card read:
CATALYTIC AGENT
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As a grad student at the University of Wisconsin at Madison. I enrolled there at the request of my mother, who was feeling a bit overwhelmed. (Photo by Ken Thorland) |
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Green Bay lineup (R) around the time we arrived; it's pure coincidence that the Kansas City roster contained a player named Dave Hill. |
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Scandalous photos; Marque's well-toned commando fanny at C. probably didn't help matters. |
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Evil? Mrs. Wilson thought so. |
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Grammy as a bride |
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Her wedding outfit |
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Jay Ungar |
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The original star-spangled banner after restoration. |
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The original"Anacreon" broadsheet. |
Oh my.
“You get that!” he crowed.
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Dad clearing vines from the outer wall of the stone house. |
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The enormous willow can be seen in this photo of me with Dad and Sue. After it fell, its cut-up trunk sections were the size of Volkswagens. |
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Saddling Tomahawk and Fancy Prance in the stable/corral area
built in the ruins of the Front Barn.
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David and Dad installing a floor made out of boxcar wood while converting the Back Barn Foundation into a stable. |
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With David and horses next to the finished stable.
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David's house and barn in Vermont, rebuilt from the ground up after a fire. |

LIFE WITH A LABYRINTH
Or,
IF YOU BUILD IT, THEY WILL COME
Or,
NOT ALL WHO WANDER ARE LOST
In 2001, I moved from the small town of Occidental to the even tinier wine-country town of Graton, California. There I shared a house and garden with the delightful and ever-unpredictable Judith Fenley, who ran a thriving holistic-health practice in another building on the property. I would live in Judith’s house from 2001-2007, and in her rental unit from 2010 to 2014.
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House from labyrinth entrance. |
Before I knew it, Judith was busy digging up the lawn and using old garden hoses to lay out the swirling pattern; once that was established, the labyrinth project began to take on a life of its own.
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Judith leading an early labyrinth workshop. |
Almost spontaneously, we also began to add objects to the dividing rows—shells, crystals, gemstones, coral, fossils, and small artifacts made out of glass, brass, wood, resin, even plastic.
People donated items like a sonorous Japanese temple bell, iron-and-rock sculptures, and figures of St. Francis, Cupid, the Virgin Mary, Kokopelli, and other benevolent guardians.
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Entrance bell with Cupid |
We’d hear the soft sound of the Japanese bell, or happen to look outside and see one of Judith’s clients, or a friend, or a neighbor, or a perfect stranger, in the midst of slow-walking the winding path to the center of the labyrinth, or unwinding calmly outward.
People continued to donate special stones or objects, sometimes in memory of a departed friend or family member, sometimes for reasons we never knew.
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Tuning the labyrinth, with protection from dust and mold. |
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A finely tuned labyrinth. |
Both Judith and I have since moved on, but we both carry, within the complex convolutions of our brain matter, a distinctly rainbow-labyrinth-shaped configuration. And we always know the way to the center.
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With Judith and St. Francis on FoolsDay, 2011. |
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Grandmother Hill with Baby Horace |
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Howard Dean with Baby Dus. |
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The boys: Justin, Horace and Howard. |
“Well,” he replied, shrugging resignedly, “At least it wasn’t Horace.”
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David goofing with Jay Ungar and friends in the living room at 885 Clayton St. (Photo by Roger Steffens) |
Though primarily known as a guitar player, he’s a multi-instrumentalist who learned guitar technique from the Reverend Gary Davis (in person); jammed with B.B. King and Mississippi John Hurt; and picked up ot licks on mandolin, banjo, dobro, and pedal steel from masters of those instruments. He’s also an accompanist, sideman, singer, songwriter, composer, arranger, folklorist and the world’s foremost authority on American-made violins.
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David accompanies Rosalie Sorrels at the Fox Hollow Festival, 1970. (Photo by Bill Spence) |
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David and Nancy |
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The cover of David's first self-titled solo album (drawing by his sister Serena). |
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Baby Howard (R) in the bean patch with big brother Horace. |
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The Interlocken Dining Hall, designed by Peter Jackson Herman. |
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Here I am holding the "litter-ometer" one attempted solution to control the trash problem. The idea was that anyone offended by litter lying on the ground could pick it up and deposit it in the box. When it filled, no candy was sold in the camp store for the next three days. It worked (kind of) as an incentive for kids to pick up trash before it landed in the box. |
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My semi-permeable cabin in the 1970s. | .. |
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...and in the 2000s. |
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Garden Vignettes |
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On the back deck |
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Common alligator lizard |
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California Towhee |
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View from front porch with Nutmeg the cat. |
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Stellar's Jay |
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Banana slug eating a banana peel. |
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Interior main room (formerly the chicken coop), with visitors' belongings scattered about. The roof-pitch went quickly from four feet to ten feet. |
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My tower-loft bedroom with 360˚ views. |
The End for Now; More to Come...
ALL MY BLOGS TO DATE
ALL OF MY BLOGS TO DATE
HOW TO WRITE YOUR MEMOIRS (Even if You’re Not a Writer and Your Memory Isn’t What It Used to Be)
https://memo-howbooklet-amiehill.blogspot.com
MEMOIRS (This is not as daunting as it looks. Each section contains 20 short essays, ranging in length from a few paragraphs to a few pages. Great bathroom reading.
They’re not in sequential order, so one can start anywhere.)
NOTE: If you prefer to read these on paper, you can highlight/copy/paste into a Word doc and print them out, (preferably two-sided or on the unused side of standard-sized paper).
THROWBACK THURSDAYS & OTHER ADVENTURES: Part One
https://amiehillthrowbackthursdays.blogspot.com/
THROWBACK THURSDAYS & OTHER ADVENTURES: Part Two
https://ahilltbt2.blogspot.com/
THROWBACK THURSDAYS & OTHER ADVENTURES: Part Three
https://amiehilltbt3.blogspot.com/
THROWBACK THURSDAYS & OTHER ADVENTURES: Part Four
https://tbt4amie-hill.blogspot.com/
THROWBACK THURSDAYS & OTHER ADVENTURES: Part Five
https://ami-ehiltbt-5.blogspot.com/
THROWBACK THURSDAYS & OTHER ADVENTURES: Part Six
https://am-iehilltbt6.blogspot.com/
THROWBACK THURSDAYS & OTHER ADVENTURES: Part Seven
https://a-miehilltbt7.blogspot.com/
THROWBACK THURSDAYS & OTHER ADVENTURES: Part Eight
https://a-miehilltbt8.blogspot.com/
THROWBACK THURSDAYS & OTHER ADVENTURES: Part Nine
https://amiehilltbt9.blogspot.com/
THROWBACK THURSDAYS & OTHER ADVENTURES: Part Ten
https://amiehill10tbt.blogspot.com
THROWBACK THURSDAYS & OTHER ADVENTURES: Part Eleven
https://11tbtamiehill.blogspot.com/2021/02/w-elcome-to-my-past.html
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ILLUSTRATED ADVENTURES IN VERSE
FLYING TIME; OR, THE WINGS OF KAYLIN SUE (2020)
https://amiehillflyingtime.blogspot.com/
(38 lines, 17 illustrations)
TRE & THE ELECTRO-OMNIVOROUS GOO (2018)
http://the-electroomnivorousgoo.blogspot.com/2018/05/an-adventure-in-verse.html
(160 lines, 26 illustrations)
DRACO& CAMERON (2017)
http://dracoandcameron.blogspot.com/ (36 lines, 18 illustrations)
CHRISTINA SUSANNA (1984/2017)
https://christinasusanna.blogspot.com/ (168 lines, 18 illustrations)
OBSCURELY ALPHABETICAL & D IS FOR DYLAN (2017) (1985)
https://obscurelyalphabetical.blogspot.com/ (41 lines, 8 illustrations)
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ARTWORK
AMIE HILL: CALLIGRAPHY & DRAWINGS
https://amiehillcalligraphy.blogspot.com/
AMIE HILL: COLLAGES 1
https://amiehillcollages1.blogspot.com/
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LIBERA HISTORICAL TIMELINE (2007-PRESENT)
For Part One (introduction to Libera and to the Timeline, extensive overview & 1981-2007), please go to: http://liberatimeline.blogspot.com/